"that mess" Memory

This memory has sexual content.

It is late morning hours and there are several of my pilots in my office bedroom. We are talking and they are standing all around. Suddenly, they grab a hold of me (like you could never guess that after reading the rest of my memories). They hold my arms down and pull me towards the bed and bend me down into it.

I believe it is Lothar and possibly Schäfer and Festner. I see the bed covers up close and the sunlight is shining on a grey colored blanket. The room is painted either white or a light blue. The floor is natural colored wood. For some reason I remember having trouble keeping the floor clean. Dirt would collect in the spaces were the wooden boards would meet. It was light colored sandy looking dirt that would stick to ones boots when they were moist.

I am swearing at them in the worst way and struggling. I think I may have kicked one of them, Two of them held me down while the third, which I suspect was Lothar started to pull down my trousers.  I can feel his fingers pressing against my skin as he pulled my pants off.  As soon as my rear is exposed, he takes certain liberties with me, which I don't seem to mind much. I stop struggling and swearing so much.

He finishes fairly quickly and then trades places with one of the other pilots. This one decides to give me a rather sound swatting across the butt, which pisses me off, and I start swearing and struggling even more. I am irritated and have begun to make threats.

The second pilot stops swatting me and gives up his time to the third pilot. I think he decides that I need a bit of soothing so he has them pull me back off the bed and reaches down to my groin and plays with me until I reach that certain pleasurable feeling. Seconds after that they let go of me and run out of my office. I think someone makes the comment that I had better clean up "that mess."

"Those smart alec assholes," comes to my mind. When I have these memories surface, I wonder how my guys found the time to fly against the enemy. They should have been hiding from me!

You do realize that we were not a normal group of fighters. We were the best. We fought hard. We played hard. And loyalty and friendship was a top priority. We did not tolerate traitors or spies.